It's the Final Countdown - *cue music and bad dance moves*

During which our protagonist worries about the essentials and battles a life-threatening disease.

7 Days Before Take-Off…

It seems the last few weeks have just flown by. All my other friends have gone, so I’m the last one. At the moment, I’m not feeling too nervous – but I imagine that will change on the day, when I remember that I’m turning up TWO HOURS earlier than the website suggested. Ah well – plenty of time to colonise the kitchen to make into a chef’s paradise to fulfil my secret dreams of being the next winner of Great British Bake-Off. I’ve been frantically powering through the end of my reading list, feeling how I imagine Sam and Frodo did looking up Mordor – so much done, so much to do…

5 Days Before Take-Off…

Packing is pretty much finished now except my clothes – I broke it up into stages so thankfully it didn’t feel too bad. I’ve not idea how I’m going to fit everything into my room (does this suggest too much?) but according to everyone, a car full of stuff is normal and I should stop worrying.

3 Days Before Take-Off…

I’m hitting the point where I keep needing things I’ve packed – seriously, I’ve never needed to hole punch as much stuff before as I do when my hole punch is at the bottom of my ‘Desk Shizzle’ box. I’ve still not started packing my clothes – I think that’s a day before job. Plus Sims 3 and Facebook and ‘Educating Yorkshire’ are proving just so much more interesting… On a down note, I’m desperately battling a cold, trying everything from sipping lemon juice to steam facials with tea tree oil to avoid having something akin to the plague during Freshers.

The very last to pack will be my beloved Hugh Jackman calendar. After all, he’ll look splendid along with bigger-than-life-size Leonard di Caprio poster…

Tl;dr: Everything is pretty much set to go – yikes! Excitement levels are SO high I don’t think they’d register on any level. 

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